This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 169 Passionate but always seems ruthless

"...I'm afraid I'll have to observe it for a few more days. After all, this pulse condition is really rare in a hundred years. I have to discuss it with others..."

"Okay, I'll give you three days, if you haven't found one yet..."

The following words are not finished, but the murderous look in Senhan's eyes has already explained everything.

How dare the magic doctor say anything?He was afraid that his head would fall to the ground if he said a word, so he could only answer tremblingly.

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Shen Yue has been in a coma for a long time, and the magic doctor has changed batches after batches, but the dragon poison on Shen Yue's body has already been integrated into the blood and bone marrow. The dragon poison is different from others. It is powerful. The advantage is that no one can detect it when it is not attacking, even people with high medical skills cannot detect it, unless the dragon poison attacks, then it can be found.

But after being in a coma for almost five days, the dragon poison broke out without any warning.

Bi Lian carefully fed Shen Yue water as usual. Her lips were very red, but they were not as soft as before. Instead, they were dry and peeling. The water feeding process was not so smooth, and Shen Yue was unconscious. If you can't swallow the water, you will always spill a lot.

He directly fed it mouth to mouth, but after feeding the water, he didn't withdraw immediately, but rubbed it repeatedly until it became as red as blood and until his dry lips became soft.

The palace was empty, and a faint fragrance rose slightly.

Bi Lian's mood became more irritable and moody as time went by, and the magic doctor didn't know how many people had died.

But still couldn't find out why Shen Yue fell into a coma.

The person on the bed moved suddenly, and Bi Lian noticed it immediately, and rushed over excitedly.

The fairy in white lying on the bed did not open her eyes, she was not moving, but trembling, and a thick white mist came out between her breaths.

Bi Lian's eyes turned red anxiously, "Shen Yue? Shen Yue? Are you cold?"

He held Shen Yue's wrist and passed the devilish energy over, trying to warm her body.

But it was useless, and not only was she breathing white mist, but even her frosty eyebrows were condensed with a layer of frost.

He panicked and shouted at the door: "Magic doctor! Magic doctor!"

The magic doctor who had been kneeling outside quickly rushed in like a tide.

They saw the man sitting on the bed, hugging the fairy in white, his eyes were reddish and violent, the red eyes were bloodshot, and his body was full of coercion, like a violent storm.

"Get out of here!"

A few magic doctors walked over quickly enduring their fear. They first glanced at the frost on Shen Yue's face, then checked the pulse, and their expressions changed.

"This, this fairy is poisoned by dragons!"

"Is there a cure?" Bi Lian asked eagerly.

The magic doctor didn't give an accurate answer, "I can suppress the poison first, and please ask the Lord Mozun to wait outside."

Bi Lian didn't leave, but the magic doctor said that he would disturb their treatment here, so he had to go out.

After almost two hours, the door of the palace was pushed open.

After the magic doctor closed the door, Bi Lian said coldly: "Is there a solution to the dragon's poison?"

The magic doctor frowned without hesitation, "There is a solution, but now I can't."

Originally, he was relieved because of the first half of the sentence, but the second half of the sentence lifted his heart that had already fallen down.

He tried his best to ignore himself, with an inexplicable panic in his heart, "What do you mean?"

A trace of pity and melancholy flashed in the magic doctor's eyes: "Dragon poison is extremely poisonous. In fact, if you treat it well at the beginning, there is still a chance to eradicate it, but now..."

Bi Lian's lips were extremely cold, his face was as pale as a dead man at that moment, and the muscles from his jaw to the side of his neck were tense.

His voice was hoarse, eerily calm.

"You mean she's going to die?"

The magic doctor shook his head: "I won't die, life would be worse than death. People who have been poisoned by the dragon, no matter how powerful their mana is, will endure heart-breaking pain. Like an ice cellar that fell into an extremely cold place, it would even become an ice sculpture, her internal organs would be frozen, and she could not breathe, but her heart was still beating. As time went by, the poisonous hair would become more and more frequent. It is rooted in her spiritual veins, integrated into one body, and cannot be eradicated."

"Xianjun is a Mahayana venerable. The higher the mana, the longer the arc of backlash. There is indeed a prescription that can slightly suppress the toxicity on her body, but it doesn't have a big effect. In the end, she has to bear it by herself. And...her body will become weaker and weaker, and her spiritual power will slowly be lost until she becomes a cripple."

"Actually, ordinary dragon poisons are not so ruthless. Xianjun still has old diseases on his body. This is also the time when the dragon poison took advantage of it. Maybe it was at that time that the dragon poison spread to the whole body."

"A top powerhouse in the Mahayana period can only watch his spiritual power slowly disappear, and watch his body gradually decline, dragging this remnant body, suffering from illness, physical pain Tolerable, what about mentally?"

"I'm afraid that for someone like Xianjun, life should be worse than death."

The man's tall and strong figure stood upright, and suddenly shook, his face was blank for a moment, and then he suddenly smiled, he was delicate and beautiful, and he always had a contemptuous and coquettish aura when he smiled in the past , but now it is a violent and dark evil spirit, which makes people feel cold in the bottom of their hearts just by looking at it.

Although he was smiling, his eyes were staring at the magic doctor coldly, with blue veins protruding under his pale skin, and his eyes were scarlet, like a ghost seeking his life.

His tone was affirmative, "You lied to me!"

Thin sweat oozed from the magic doctor's forehead, and he didn't dare to wipe it off. Even if the sweat dripped into his eyes, he didn't dare to blink his sore eyes, lowered his head, and said in a panicked voice, "Your Majesty, how could I How dare you lie to me, everything I said is true, if you don’t believe me, you can ask other magic doctors..."

The devilish energy in Bi Lian's body surged violently, and the hostile beings seemed to have no reason at all. His eyes were red, but his whole body exuded a chilling bloodthirsty and cruel atmosphere.

Gritting her teeth, she said every word: "She has always been fine, she is so powerful, how can she be poisoned if she is poisoned, and injured if she is injured. Who in this world can hurt her?"

Xiyu Xianzun is so powerful, she is No. 1 in the world of self-cultivation, and no one can be her opponent. Who in the world of self-cultivation does not worship her?
Who can move her, who can hurt her?

How could he be poisoned so well?How can there be old diseases on the body?

Why did it suddenly...can't be cured?
Even worse, isn't this what he wants to see?He just wanted Shen Yue's life to be worse than death. Isn't the current situation just as he wants?
But why is he still so...heartbroken?

It must be... It must be that Shen Yue was not tortured by him!
He hasn't done anything yet, Shen Yue is already like this, it's so boring, there is no pleasure at all, he wants to make Shen Yue's life worse than death in his own way!
So now, Shen Yue can't die!

If you want to die, you must die in his hands!

There was no expression on Bi Lian's face, as if the madness and ferocity just now were illusions, he regained his calm, but it was more like the tranquility before the storm.

The fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, he clenched his fingertips tightly, expressionless, after a long time, he said quietly: "She can't die, I want her to be well, not a single hair will fall out. "

He calmly arranged his clothes, as if the loss of control just now had never happened.

The magic doctor didn't breathe a sigh of relief because of his calm look, but felt even more terrifying.

But Mozun's request was really embarrassing. In the final analysis, he couldn't compete with the God of Death, and it was already so serious that everything was irreparable.

But he didn't dare to just say that, for fear of irritating the Demon Lord. It was strange to say that the Demon Lord had an indescribable attitude towards the fairy king inside. , but it is not considered love.

He didn't dare to guess Mozun's thoughts without authorization, so he could only quietly wipe the sweat from his forehead, "My lord, I will definitely do my best."

Can only do our best, not guaranteed.

Everything seemed to be normal for Bi Lian, but there was darkness in those black and cold eyes, and there was no light at all when looking at him.

It was as if the magic doctor's words had already destroyed his soul, and what stood here was just a walking corpse.

He showed a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "If something happens to her, you all have to be buried with her."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the magic doctor to say anything.

Bi Lian turned around coldly and walked out into the palace.

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When Shen Yue woke up, Bi Lian was still looking for any information about Dragon Poison in the library.

He only felt that fragmentary images flashed in his mind, and they disappeared so quickly that he couldn't notice it at all. He just felt a suffocating pain in his chest.

He stayed in Zangshu Pavilion for three days, a maid rushed over and said anxiously and excitedly outside the door.

"My lord, Xianjun is awake!"

As soon as the words fell, it was only a blink of an eye, the maid hadn't recovered from her senses, she just felt a gust of wind blowing by, and when she turned her head to look over, she could only see the corners of her dark clothes.

Shen Yue sat on the soft steps, lowered her head to straighten the cuffs of her clothes, her long frosty eyelashes drooped, and her white shirt fell on the back of her white jade hand.

It was pitch black in front of her, she couldn't see anything, but her hearing was exceptionally keen. She heard a rush of footsteps, and within a few breaths, the door was opened.

A person came in, his footsteps were a bit heavy, it should be a man.

Bi Lian's original sinister and evil spirit between his eyebrows and eyes dissipated a little, and when he saw the white figure sitting on the soft couch, his sinister eyes turned slightly red.

Shen Yue has lost weight. She used to hold her like a feather, but now she is even more skinny.

The exposed wrist was thin and slender as if it would break if folded.

All internal organs were frozen by frost, unable to breathe, excruciating pain.

Obviously Shen Yue was poisoned, but he felt more uncomfortable than himself being poisoned.

"Are you still in pain?"

His voice was so hoarse that it wasn't pleasant at all, it was like rubbing against sharp stones.

After saying this sentence, I couldn't utter another word.

He closed his eyes silently, his jaw tensed, and his chest heaved violently. He was silent for a long while before finally uttering a word to the attendant in a hoarse voice.

"Let's all back off."

Hearing the words, the attendant retreated immediately as if he had received an amnesty, and gently closed the door behind him.

Shen Yue sat there quietly, her eyebrows were cold and luxurious, under the frosty white eyelashes, there was a pair of very light red eyes, those eyes were as clear as lake water.

She patted it slowly for a while, and then answered obediently.

"It doesn't hurt."

I have passed the most painful time, and now the pain is gone, I just feel cold, and the chill comes from the bones, and I can't stop it no matter what.

It was good for Shen Yue not to speak, but when she finished speaking, Lian felt that the calm she had pretended for the past few days was suddenly broken, her throat was sore, and she couldn't utter a word.

He stared at Shen Yue in a daze, his face revealed a child-like expression of bewilderment and confusion, his eyes were red, as if he had returned to his youth.

After being wronged outside, she ran to Shen Yue's knees, crying out the pain in her heart.

"Why doesn't it hurt?"

The magic doctor said that no matter how powerful a person is, it can make life worse than death.

So how can it not hurt?

Bi Lian stepped forward, hugged the thin figure silently, then buried his face into the other's neck, covering the red eyes, and the black hair slipped down, intersecting with the frosty silver strands on the shoulders. Entangled.

Shen Yue let him hold her, her face was calm, and she didn't even intend to resist.

Under the condition of too much emotional fluctuation, Bi Lian didn't notice that something was wrong with Shen Yue.

Until he heard a slightly puzzled voice in his ear, she asked softly.

"Who are you?"

Bi Lian's whole body froze, his blood seemed to be cold from head to toe, his breathing stopped for a moment, his pupils constricted and then dilated, and then he slowly stepped back to see the expression on Shen Yue's face.

Shen Yue's eyebrows and eyes are calm and indifferent, clear and clear, like the gurgling of a stream.

Although it is cold, it is not stinging, but a heart-warming coldness, with a frank and innocent expression.

Her previous coldness made people dare not approach her, and even dared not show a little profanity, so she could only kneel at her feet and beg for mercy.

But her current coldness seems to be covered with a layer of clear and shallow soft water, which makes people unable to resist to contaminate, to stain/possess.

Bi Lian was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, and showed a forced smile, "Shen Yue...you, you're still angry with me, aren't you?"

Shen Yue tilted her head slightly: "Why should I be mad at you?"

She is a little obedient, she is straightened up, this is etiquette engraved in her bones, her white shirt is like snow, her silver hair is draped lazily on her shoulders, the window is opened, when the breeze comes, her forehead Her shattered hair would also flutter, and the slanting golden light shone on her pale and transparent face like a holy light. Her eyebrows and eyes were clean and clear, as if they could reflect all the evil in the world.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, babies!

　　
　
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